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Sunday, August 15, 2010

Summer's Final Days

Summer has burnt into its final days
Leaving a haze to blanket blue skies
Life hiding in shade to escape the swelter

Memories new ---wrapped in smiles
Will be placed in daydream gift boxes
To be opened when winter stands outside the door

School bells poised to ring will announce
The end to Summer’s intermission
As the year enters its third act

But Summer in its last hurrah will dance naked
Under the August moon
In a celebration of heat before Fall comes
To bring its golden chill

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